333: Chapter 331 Han Yu Appears, Mahayana Relics

Yun Ming did not answer the crane's question, but instead asked back, "Who are you?"

The crane tilted its head slightly, a trace of confusion flashing through its icy blue eyes.

It seemed that very few people dared to question it in such a manner.

It remained silent for a moment, and its cold voice, which carried a metallic resonance, sounded again, "I am my master's hairpin, named Hanyu. My master is a Mahayana Cultivator."

The four words "Mahayana Cultivator" fell like a giant boulder dropped into a deep pool, stirring up stormy waves in everyone's hearts.

The six Void Refinement Divine Lords all changed their expressions.

Even the usually expressionless Valley Master of Samsara Valley saw his brows twitch quietly.

Everyone understood the division of Realm: above Void Refining was Body Integration, and only after Body Integration was Mahayana.

That was the supreme existence standing at the pinnacle of the Three Thousand Dao Provinces; with a single thought, they could overturn a Small World.

And the crane before them was merely a hairpin worn by a Mahayana Cultivator.

Relying solely on a wisp of artifact spirit, it possessed such wisdom and strength, capable of acting on its own and breathing in the power of heaven and earth.

No one dared to think deeply about just how terrifying the cultivation level of its master was.

Yun Ming turned his head to look at the six Divine Lords beside him, taking in their varied expressions.

The Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain had his mouth slightly open, his face full of astonishment; the white beard of the Supreme Elder of Taixu Grotto-Heaven trembled uncontrollably; the gloom in the heart of the First Palace Master of Star Palace was completely washed away by shock; the eyes of the Hall Master of Myriad Demon Hall flickered repeatedly; the Valley Master of Samsara Valley still had a calm expression, but his fingertips could not help but tremble slightly.

Only the Founding Ancestor of Divine Forging Sect remained relatively composed, but the fingers hanging by his side also curled slightly subconsciously.

Yun Ming withdrew his gaze and looked back at Hanyu.

The crane looked around; most of the ice had melted, revealing the dark rock beneath.

The clouds torn apart by the fusang divine tree had not yet gathered again, and above was a gray Void Realm, with no sun, moon, or stars to be seen—a place of dead silence.

It seemed to knit its brows, its eyes full of confusion, "Where is this place? Why am I here?"

The First Palace Master of Star Palace asked in a weak tone, "You don't remember at all?"

Hanyu shook its head slightly, "I can't remember clearly. I only vaguely recall that when I was out with my master, we seemed to run into someone, and my master was greatly enraged by it. Everything after that is a blank. When I woke up again, I saw you all."

The six Void Refinement Divine Lords looked at each other.

This answer was too vague; who the other party was, why the conflict arose, and what happened subsequently—Hanyu knew none of it.

Its remaining memory was like a shattered bronze mirror, with only scattered fragments left, unable to piece together the complete sequence of events.

The Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain could not hold back and asked urgently, "What is your master's name? Which Dao Province are they from? Tell us, perhaps we have heard of them."

Hanyu lifted its eyes and swept a glance at him, its expression complex, appearing to hold pity, yet also carrying a faint trace of mockery, as it spat out four words, "Desolate Domain remnant."

As the words fell, the Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain flushed red instantly.

The white beard of the Supreme Elder of Taixu Grotto-Heaven shook even more violently, though this time it was from anger.

Yet no one present dared to refute, because this was an undeniable fact.

In the eyes of the vast Three Thousand Dao Provinces, the Xuanhuang Small World was merely a remote and barbaric corner, a forgotten Desolate Domain.

These Void Refinement powerhouses standing at the pinnacle of Xuanhuang, in the eyes of outsiders, were also just insignificant people from the Desolate Domain.

The Founding Ancestor of Divine Forging Sect spoke, his tone steady, neither humble nor arrogant, "We have no intention of prying into your master's Origins; we only wish to know how to leave this place."

Hanyu tilted its head again, its tone full of confusion, "Leave? Why would you be unable to leave this place?"

It flapped its wings gently; there was no wind around, nor was there any surge of spiritual light, yet everyone clearly perceived that ripples were spreading across the entire space.

Those chaotic formation patterns, out-of-control spatial rifts, and twisted, disorderly Law forces all dissipated without a trace after the ripples swept past.

The Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain widened his eyes and exclaimed, "This... how is this possible?"

Back then, he had channeled the Cangwu Divine Fire, burning the entire space day and night for three full years, yet hadn't been able to shake this space in the slightest.

Yet this crane before them had merely flapped its wings once and accomplished what they had failed to do despite ten thousand years of effort.

Hanyu folded its wings and explained in a flat tone, "The power of this place originates from my master, and I was also formed by my master's power; we are of the same root and Origin. I can absorb the power here, and I can also reinforce it. You have always been unable to break through only because your own power is contrary to the Origin of this world."

It paused and added, "Now that I think about it, your being trapped here may also have something to do with me. When I fell into a deep sleep, I would unconsciously reinforce the Formation. It was I who had been blocking your path all along."

The Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain was so angry that his beard trembled wildly.

The Supreme Elder of Taixu Grotto-Heaven took a deep breath, forcibly swallowing the words that had reached his lips.

The First Palace Master of Star Palace let out a powerless sigh.

The Hall Master of Myriad Demon Hall spoke in a hoarse voice, his tone actually carrying a bit of relief, "At least we have found the root cause. It is not that our cultivation is insufficient, but that a stronger existence was blocking us."

The Valley Master of Samsara Valley uttered a single word, "Leave."

Hanyu looked at the crowd, a flash of surprise appearing in its icy blue eyes, "You do not blame me?"

"What use is there in blaming you," the Founding Ancestor of Divine Forging Sect shook his head, "As long as you can take us away, that is fine."

"I can send you out," Hanyu agreed, then changed the subject, "But I have one condition."

The gazes of everyone present focused instantly on it.

Hanyu's gaze passed over the six Void Refinement Divine Lords and landed straight on the fusang divine tree beside Yun Ming, saying word by word, "I must find my master, and you must assist me."

The six Divine Lords turned their heads in unison, their gazes cast toward Yun Ming together.

Yun Ming was stunned for a moment, feeling between laughter and tears, "Why are you all looking at me? My cultivation is the weakest; the matter of searching for someone should naturally be handled by you Seniors."

The Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain spoke first, his speech very fast, "This old man has been trapped here for ten thousand years, and now I don't even know if my Sect still exists; how could I have the energy to search for a Mahayana Cultivator? I will not go."

"This old man is advanced in years and has long since lost the heart to run about; I only seek to return to my Sect and live out my days in peace," the Supreme Elder of Taixu Grotto-Heaven followed immediately.

The First Palace Master of Star Palace shook his head weakly, "My Physical Body has suffered too much damage. Once I escape, I will only seek a quiet place to spend the rest of my life; I have no other thoughts."

"Myriad Demon Hall is in ruins and waiting to be rebuilt; I must return as soon as possible to preside over the overall situation and cannot travel far," the Hall Master of Myriad Demon Hall said in a deep voice.

The Valley Master of Samsara Valley remained sparing with his words, "Not going."

The Founding Ancestor of Divine Forging Sect's attitude was clear, "I must return to rebuild the Shenduan Sect; I have no extra time to wander outside."

The corners of Yun Ming's mouth twitched, "So, none of you are going, and you intend to push this matter onto me?"

"You are currently only in the Early Nascent Soul Stage and have a long Lifespan; you have plenty of time to venture out and gain experience," the Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain said righteously, "We are already old and cannot handle such turmoil. Leave this Opportunity to you."

The Supreme Elder of Taixu Grotto-Heaven chimed in, "Young man, you should have some sense of responsibility."

"We protected you previously; now that you help us with this small matter, it is only reasonable," the First Palace Master of Star Palace added softly.

The Hall Master of Myriad Demon Hall nodded slightly, "That makes sense."

The Valley Master of Samsara Valley, "Go."

The Founding Ancestor of Divine Forging Sect finally made the decision, "It is settled then."

Yun Ming fell into silence.

Six people, six statements, yet their thoughts were surprisingly consistent; it was clear they were pushing this thorny task onto him.

He looked up at Hanyu, who was also watching him, its gaze ultimately returning to the fusang divine tree.

"I want to live on this tree," Hanyu's voice remained cold, but its tone carried a sense of taken-for-grantedness, "This tree is warm and cozy; I like it very much."

Yun Ming opened his mouth, words coming to his lips several times, but he ultimately swallowed them back.

He looked at the six Void Refinement Divine Lords again; everyone's eyes were earnest, clearly signaling him to accept this.

Helplessly, he let out a long sigh, "Very well, I agree. I will try my best to help you find your master, but I cannot guarantee that I will definitely find them, nor can I be sure if your memory will be able to recover by then."

"No matter," Hanyu nodded in agreement.

The next moment, Hanyu flapped its wings and let out a long cry; the clear crane cry pierced through layers of the Void Realm and resounded through the Chaos.

It did not continue to cry, but opened its mouth to inhale, and a majestic, incomparable suction force suddenly erupted.

The remaining power of the entire Thousand Sorrows Snow Plain was swallowed into its belly.

Shattered ice crystals, collapsing earth, chaotic Void Realm fragments, and those formation patterns and Laws that had trapped everyone for ten thousand years all poured into its mouth along with the suction.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the vast Thousand Sorrows Snow Plain completely disappeared.

Ice, snow, dark clouds, and cold wind—all ceased to exist.

All that remained around them was gray, chaotic mist rolling slowly, with sharp spatial gales occasionally passing by silently.

The six Void Refinement Divine Lords simultaneously raised protective light shields, tightly guarding Yun Ming in the center.

The spatial gales, which were enough to tear apart a Spirit Severing Cultivator, struck the protective shields without even causing a ripple.

Surrounded by the six thick barriers, Yun Ming felt as if he were a cub protected under the wings of a powerful being.

"Finally out," the Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain looked up at the boundless Chaos, filled with emotion.

The Supreme Elder of Taixu Grotto-Heaven showed a long-lost smile on his face, "I thought I would be trapped to death in that ice field for the rest of my life."

"To be able to leave alive is truly not easy," the First Palace Master of Star Palace smiled faintly.

The Hall Master of Myriad Demon Hall said in a low voice, "Let's go, time to go home."

The Valley Master of Samsara Valley, "Return."

The Founding Ancestor of Divine Forging Sect had a grave expression and turned to Yun Ming, saying, "The Origin of the Xuanhuang Small World has been calling for our help, and the The Old Emperor is also severely injured and in critical condition; if we are one step later, it may be beyond saving. We must set off immediately."

Yun Ming's mind stirred, and he put away the fusang divine tree.

Hanyu transformed into a deep blue stream of light and flew into the map of mountains and rivers.

The painting scroll closed gently and hung silently within Yun Ming's Sea of Consciousness.

The six Void Refinement Divine Lords acted simultaneously, combining their strength to tear open the chaotic Void Realm.

A huge spatial rift unfolded, and on the other side of the rift was the sky of the Xuanhuang Small World.

The sky there was dim, with no sun or moon, yet it was the homeland that everyone missed in their hearts.

The six of them, carrying Yun Ming, stepped into the spatial rift.

The rift closed slowly, and the Chaos returned to dead silence.

It was as if the Thousand Sorrows Snow Plain and the crowd of living beings from just a moment ago had never appeared.

Only the lingering echo of Hanyu's crane cry continued to reverberate in the void for a long time.